After wrapping up the paperwork in the office, I teleported directly to the Mage's Tower. There was something important I had to discuss with Silas. If demons could mask their presence so effectively, then I needed to ensure that even those with low mana sensitivity among my people could still detect them. I wouldn't allow history to repeat itself—not under my watch.
The moment I stepped into the Tower's spacious lobby, the familiar shimmer of magic tingled faintly in the air. The usual buzz of mages, scholars, and apprentices was present, but more muted than usual—likely due to the late hour.
Ruya, the young receptionist with that ever-bright expression, looked up from her ledger and beamed when she spotted me.
"Good evening, Mr. Ocean!"
"Good evening, Ruya." I returned the smile with a nod. "Is the Archmage in?"
She tapped her pen against her lips thoughtfully before replying, "Well, he was earlier this morning, but I think he left for the magic stone mine a little while ago."
